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[ // close ] Luhan & Pyo

              A loud whine bounces off the walls in the dorm 3A, and it came straight from Jihoon’s mouth. God he hated being alone, he hated being alone (although there were times where he, surprisingly, wanted to be by himself), he hated having this dorm all to himself. Though, it did come with it’s perks. He could walk around naked, he could sing alone, he could really do just about anything he wanted, but that didn’t change the fact that he was constantly alone.

              Groaning loudly again, he flops around on the couch, causing his phone to drop to the floor and bounce under it. Another sound of displeasure passes his lips as he rolls off the couch and onto the floor with a loud thud, snatching his phone from beneath the tattered and patched furniture.

              Jihoon squints and bites his lip as the phone’s fluorescent light shines in his eyes, making it hard to focus for a moment. Why do I have the brightness turned up all the way? I’m not blind, jeez. Turning it down, he scrolls through his contacts before landing on the one number he was looking for. Lord, he was needy of human contact, it was almost pathetic considering it hadn’t even been a full eight hours since he’d seen someone.

                            [SMS —> cuddlebug] can you come over?                             [SMS —> cuddlebug] i know it’s kinda late, i’m sorry                             [SMS —> cuddlebug] i need a snuggle.                             [SMS —> cuddlebug] and smooches                             [SMS —> cuddlebug] i can make you some food

#para: close #starter #bwxluhan #[ this sux i'ms roryoigdkslj ]

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              Jihoon's face was horrendously red, if anyone other than Leo looked at him right now, they would have thought he had gotten burned bad at the beach. Fidgeting in his seat he shrugs, his vision focused on the mahogany table that set a space between the two.

              Opening his mouth, his deep voice is quiet yet it manages to fill the silence engulfing them, "I-I don't know. Anywhere is good, I'm just hungry." He nods, practically refusing to look up. But he has to, how else is he going to know what the other male says? Talking to Leo was complicated sometimes, he didn't like to talk out loud and it was hard especially during awkward conversations where he had to look at him to know what he was saying.

              Looking back up, he sighs, focusing on Leo's hands rather than his face. "Is there any place you want to eat? Noodles sound kind of nice." It was a lot easier to speak out loud when it wasn't about sex and he didn't have to worry about anyone intruding on their... personal conversation.

[ // FWB ] Leo & Pyo

#[ this is short i'm sorry i suck ] #reply #para: fwb #bwxleo

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[ // FWB ] Leo & Pyo

              Sprawled out on the couch, he sighs. As someone who's social and loves being around people, he definitely didn't like the fact that his dorm was completely empty people wise, at least. Jihoon had no roommates and it was horribly boring and lonely, what's the point of going to an academy if you're not going to share a cramped dorm with anyone?

              A loud growl coming straight from his stomach cuts off his next thought, and replaces it with a laugh, he hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. Having next to no funds, he decides he'll go to a friend for food, one who wouldn't require a repayment in cash. That was the easiest thing he could do, it was practically free food. Rolling off the couch, he grabs his phone and his jacket before leaving 3A and heading towards the library. He'd be there, right? He has to be, Leo always is.

              Walking as quickly as his legs could take him, he finally makes it to the campus library, once through the doors he spots Leo easily -- he was the one crammed into a corner as far away as possible from everyone. Jihoon struts over and grabs a seat across from him, a small smile on his lips. Of course he was happy to see his friend, he always is.

              He sits comfortably until Leo finally looks up at him, giving him the chance to sign, "Take me to get food and I'll suck your dick." Jihoon does his best to keep a straight face, but god was it embarrassing to ask, his ears were already burning. But what did he have to be embarrassed about? It's not like this was the first time, or that Leo was judging him. Actually, he wasn't to sure about the second part, Leo was probably judging him all of the time.

              All he could do now is sit and wait for a response and thank the heavens that he knew sign language and didn't have to risk asking out loud and having someone overhear him.

#[ this is tr A SH I'M SORRY ] #para: fwb #bwxleo

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if I haven’t replied to you yet I’m sorry I’m a lazy shitlord I just ate a lot and am feeling 100% lazier so you’re probably not gonna get a reply rn I suck I’m so sorry omg like this if u wanna plot with my lazy ass

#;tbd

[bwxpyo]

        The students were staring daggers into him, and he could feel each and every stab wound they gave him, had they been real he'd have bleed out on the gym floor. Feeling like he could cry on the spot, he avoids eye contact with, well, everyone. No one likes knowing they let one person down, let alone a group of people, especially when you've let them down and they're mad at you. He didn't make them run on purpose, he just really didn't know what to do or where to go to find the damned balls, not to mention the fact that he feared being made fun of if he returned and told them he couldn't find them. But now he was just hated by all his classmates, and honestly, being mocked probably would have been a lot better... right?

        Rubbing his face as the other kids walk by (it was mostly a poor attempt to hide from them), he sighs, dropping his now clammy hands to his sides as he finally looks up at his teacher as he begins to speak but hangs his head again almost immediately, he already sound annoyed with Jihoon. Please don't yell at me. Please don't yell at me. It's all that ran through his mind, it was the very last thing that he wanted.

        Shaking his head, he sighs again as he subconsciously picks at his fingers, further ruining his cuticles.

                                        ❝N-No...❞

        His voice is soft and murmured, nervousness and a tinge of fear heavily lacing his words. But he reluctantly looks up at the older male, not wanting to disrespect him more than he probably has. What does it mean? Is he gonna expel me? Can you get expelled for this? Please don't expel me this is the only school that will take me. He grimaces as he focuses on his thoughts during the momentary silence. The other kids are gonna yell at me later. They already dislike me enough. I just want to be back in my dorm.

「class pickings // sen & pyo 」

        The kids were groaning and moaning about being overworked, all to which Sen expected. The class was almost over and the gofer had not returned yet— did i put the balls in the equipment room or did i leave them in my office…? The thought came too late, if he even mentioned this to the already worn out students he could only imagine the response it would elicit. Pursing his lips in thought, there was a small twitch on the corners of a smug smile trying to fight through.

        Upon the return of the younger male, face hidden from his view but the class had halted their running. Knowing the answer before words were spoken, silently while the boy was  barely speaking up Sen had waved his hand which was a sign of dismissal of the class. Muted noises of annoyance was heard, yup— this kid was going to get some trouble later but that’s not my problem.  Crossing his arms over his middle, tilting his head back as he looked down at the shorter.

                        ❝ You made your whole class run and wasted our time.❞

        His tone stern and said quietly for the added effect, but there was a momentary flash of guilt in his eyes that was left unseen. After all he probably did forget to put everything in the equipment room. Not like he’d ever admit to that though.  Clearing his throat, alerting the boy to look up at him as he said the daunting question.

                                        ❝ You know what this means right? ❞

#[ omfg shush it was great #pyo is a big baby i'm so sorry #sensitive squishy lil bab #huhuhu #accept dis trash reply pls ] #reply #para #para: class pickings #bwseniku

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(/having read everything the other male wrote on the whiteboard, his smile falters slightly before fading entirely. he felt, well, stupid for having approached him in the first place) "Well, no I don't. It was just a welcome gift, I guess. You don't have to keep it or anything, but trash it when I'm not looking, okay?" (/he nods, rolling his eyes a bit at the other's swing at gay pride) "And it's not about celebrating gay pride, it's just... giving someone flowers." (/with a shrug, he turns on his heel once he realizes the other wanted nothing to do with him at this point. he didn't mind, of course, it was just a bit frustrating to know something he worked on was going to end up in the garbage) "Seeya."

(/ He looks at the other male explanation, and holds the urge to laugh. Of course, laugh ironically, because he found out he was actually being serious about that crown. He erased his whiteboard, writing another thing to him ) "Do you expect me to wear it? Are you serious?" (/ Leo looked extremely serious, and something in his face was showing how ridiculous he thought the idea of him using a flower crown was ) "Look, I haven’t come here to celebrate gay pride, I guess you mistook me for someone else" (/ Sighing, Leo looked away, and turned his earphones on. He was ready to ignore the guy )

#reply #script #bwxleo

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(/he blinks for a minute before waddling after he girl he had just met, who was kind enough to help him out) "S-So, um, how long have you been here for--?" (/he begins awkwardly, not wanting to uncomfortably walk in silence) "Oh, um, thanks a lot for offering to help me. Being new in a big school and not knowing where a thing is, is pretty scary." (/he laughs softly, looking over at the other with a bubbly smile)

{ ✯ — Taeyeon looked at her surroundings before thinking if she should help the new kid—Taeyeon shrugged which followed with a nonchalant reply. } ❝Sure…follow me ❞ { ` — Casually turning to the right from the balls of her feet, she began to walk, expecting the other to follow }

#reply #script #bwxtae

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        Jihoon stares at the teacher with wide eyes, it was already obvious that he was dead terrified. Me? Why did he have to pick me of all people? I don't know where anything is in this godforsaken school. All he does is nod and take the keys with a shaky hand, staring with his mouth slightly agape as he walks away. Feeling like his legs are glued to the gym floor, he takes a moment to collect himself.

        Finally, he managed to run off, to where he wasn't sure. Jihoon didn't have a single idea where the backroom was, he didn't even know there was a back room in gym. After running around aimlessly for what feels like an eternity, the bell signaling that class had ended rings, and his stomach drops. He made his entire class run laps because he couldn't find the balls. Shaking with keys in hand, he reluctantly returns to the gym. Surely everyone was mad at him, hell, even he was mad at himself.

        With a shaky, well, everything, he approaches Sen for the second time, his head hung low in complete embarrassment.

                                        ❝I,❞

        He clears his throat mid sentence, finding it increasingly hard to speak. What he was mostly afraid of was being yelled at, of course no one liked being yelled at, but something about Sen made him feel like being yelled at by him would be quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen to him.

                                        ❝I couldn't find the balls...❞

「class pickings // sen & pyo 」

        Dressed in shorts and a jersey, a surprisingly tall male stood in the middle of the gym. A signature whistle hanging from his neck, the vibe of being a teacher of physical education barely apparent. Sen wanted to look the part, hell if he was going to be a gym instructor he was going to embody it to the core. Even the attitude, strict and intense. Though honestly he knew his childish nature would seep through, not like these kids would care.

        Watching each one enter and fill up the room, some looked bored while others looked they’d rather be somewhere else. This was schedule A’s class, a bit on the early side and a class he had not been looking forward to. Thus he decided to find someone do most of his work, a lackey so to speak. Throwing a set of keys with just a flick of his wrist towards one of the boys, the type that he would assume was no trouble. Wet behind the ears and wouldn’t back talk him, he could only hope his assumption was right. 

                                        ❝Aye sport, do me a favour and get the balls                                           at the back room, eh? shouldn’t be too hard.❞

        Attention deviating away from the poor kid, focusing on the rest of the class. One thing one had to learn about being a student in his class was that this was a hierarchy. Those he deemed to do his work would stay that way until proven otherwise. A snarky grin appeared, albeit small and barely noticeable. The rest of the class thought they had it easy but they didn’t. Arms crossing over his middle, his stance in a slouch, he looked like anything but a PE instructor at the moment.

                                        ❝while the gofer get’s that, the rest of you will be                                           runnin’ a few laps in here. Till he’s back, better                                                         hope he comes back soon.❞

#[ omg this SUX DICK I'M SORRY #replies #para: class pickings #para #bwseniku

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— Jihoon managed to catch the smile for a split second before realizing that if he didn't react quickly, he'd be in the dirt within seconds. Catching himself and clearing his throat, he fidgets as he waits in silence. The fact that she was waiting so long to respond made him fidget more than normal, he felt horribly uncomfortable, he mostly felt like he shouldn't have bothered her in the first place -- and it was probably true, he should have left her alone, but he was so interested in what she was doing, he couldn't help it.

A relieved sigh, accompanied with a relaxed expressions, passes his pink lips once she gives an answer. But the calm look on his face contorts to one of confusion. "But this place isn't awkward, it's filled with beauty, don't you see?" Moving away from her, he sits before the few daisies, his hand reaching forward to gently caress the wilting babies. "All these little flowers are important to the school's ecosystem, building over them would rip the few plants Bullworth actually has." Jihoon's voice is laced with light sadness, he loved nature, flowers specifically, more than life itself. And the fact that Bullworth had next to none, hurt him a lot more than he, or any one could actually expect.

┈ * ; ARTIFICIAL LOVE .

after nearly two and a half years of seeing fear spark like tiny fireworks into every single being that she shoots a sharp look at, yoona finds it an understandably tiring event to witness. the screech of voice-boxes squeaking out sounds of terror and the quick paling of the skin — as well as the occasional cold sweat — used to be sufficiently entertaining, but more often than not, they just make her wish she owned a less intimidating stare. maybe she’d have to start working on that.

this boy’s reaction, though, tickles her fancy; the way he becomes entangled by his own legs and nearly comes tumbling down in his haste to back away from her is a reaction not often seen. a flash of a smile appears for a fleeting second before the amusement is gone and she is all irritated gazes and volatile tongues once more. with a soft thump, her sketchbook is closed on itself, fingers tightly grasping the pages — as if this nervous wreck of a boy is going to showcase an inordinate amount of forwardness and rip it from her hands. because it is less a sketchbook and more a fraction of her heart pressed onto drawing paper, and one can never be too careful when it comes to their heart, as she’s learned from the past.

she lets his question simmer in the air for a while — purposefully, to make him feel more awkward (his squirms give her joy, cruel as it is). then she turns her head away to stare at the green(ish) expanse before her once more, her words brief. “i study it,” is her response to his compliment, twirling her pen between forefinger and thumb with leisure. “god knows bullworth needs a little updating in its structural anatomy; maybe it’ll be my first paid job.” her tone is monotonous, but she’s joking, she swears — or maybe not, since it would actually be a pretty sweet deal right after getting her degree. “awkward places like this would be the first to go, of course.”

#[ screams this is short and horrible i'm sorry #replies #para: artificial love #para #yoonabw

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(/ Leo’s mind would repeat again and again “be gentle and warm”, but fact is that Leo isn’t like that. He’s closed and he usually tells people go away from him, he’s mean. And most of the time he doesn’t even try not to. He kept looking at the boy, deciding that probably he wouldn’t be able to understand signing. He took his marker, and writing on his whiteboard he completely ignored the first part, excepting for the “I’m new here too”, that explained a lot to him, and wrote a simple sentence, showing him the whiteboard next ) "What am I supposed to do with this… thing?"

(/his eyes dart between the handsome male and the whiteboard, his eyes following his hand as it writes each Korean character) He doesn't speak? (/it was the first thought that crossed his mind, but he brushed it off immediately once he realized the other had finished writing) "O-Oh, um, you wear it!" (/he nods, picking it up and placing it atop his own head to show him) "See? It's a crown of flowers. A flower crown, I made it for you." (/nodding again, he takes the flower crown off and gently places it on the desk the unnamed one was once sitting at) "I'm sorry if it's not colors you like, I can always make you another." 

#bwxleo #script #reply #[ hi bab i'm sorry this is late and i hope it's ok sobs ;;;;;

[bwxpyo]

— Jihoon's laughter is soft, only muffled when he lifts a hand to embarrassingly cover his mouth, he was never really fond of his smile come to think of it. Visibly, he relaxes, finding Jungkook to be someone... safe? Was safe the right word? He wasn't sure, he just had an idea, a feeling, that the younger didn't plan on hurting him and that's all he could really care about for the time being. "Yah, you were special before I gave you the flower crown," The bow makes him laugh, just as everything else did, "your Highness."

Shaking his head, the smile returns yet he doesn't cover his mouth, to preoccupied with speaking to actually notice. Jihoon furrows his brows as Jungkook avoids saying what they are, and ends up blurting it out himself. "Flower crowns? I don't think cool kids really make them, but I guess I'll take your word for it."

Oh dear, knowing his way around was most certainly something he hadn't figured out yet, and it seemed that the younger hadn't either. Where were they anyways? Just an empty hallway? "Well, no, not really. I have an idea, I think? I'm not a hundred percent sure..." He laughs before rubbing the back of his neck nervously, he hated being lost and having next to no sense of direction. "We can sort of walk around until we figure out where to go. If I'm being honest, I don't even know if I have a class right now."

{ » } — It’s another shy one, he takes into account. The older wasn’t skittish as a simple case, but just one of those shy boys. Jungkook handles the conversation with patience, the kind he would give a child. For him, he truly feels he’s speaking to a child; so young and pure — last time he spied a flower crown it was made by his nine year old neighbor. It’s just that kind of connection. He immediately eases into conversation and hopes the new acquaintance may be able to do the same. The language barrier is his only burden now. ❝I’m more special, thanks to you.❞ He bows; but not as he’d seen displayed in Korean culture, but rather how a man would have bowed to the queen in olden times. It’s all in fun intention.

The young teen’s baby fat is distinguishable through a cheeky smile, and he lets out a chortle. ❝Cooler than you? Hey man, you’re the one who can make..❞ Flower crowns, he means to say. ❝These,❞ he settles upon and points to his crown atop coarse black hair. He scans the halls; he sees slick floors with sneaker skids marked across the surface, but there’s not a sign of anyone who could have left them. Was everyone in class? ❝Do you know your way around yet? I still have no fucking idea where I should be.❞ Ah, profanities. Something he does know. One’s vocabulary when speaking a foreign language says a lot about that person; take for example, the fact he doesn’t know how to say the more intellectual key-words of scientific or historical denominations. Oh joy, school classes are going to be a walk in the park, full of understanding.

#[ nooo don't apologize ;; mine is awful i'm sorry bwuh ] #bwjungkook #reply #para

[bwxpyo]

— Watching the girl sat before him scribbling away in her sketchbook was oddly relaxing, as to why, Jihoon didn't exactly know. Though, it did make him frown. Where she wanted to build another classroom was right atop flowers and an old tree stump that he deemed very important. Removing the little amount of vegetation Bullworth already had would make this place look more dreadful than it already did, it already lacks color, and taking away what color there is had to be a crime... right? So absorbed in his thoughts, he doesn't realize the angry pair of eyes staring daggers through him until the owner of those eyes speaks. 

"I-I-- um--" stuttering, he backs up and nearly trips over his own legs in the process. Good lord, he didn't even have an answer. What was he supposed to say? Staring her like a deer caught in headlights, he clears his throat, "I w-was just watching you draw, that's all." Nodding, he picks at his fingers as he speaks, a subconscious nervous tick that often ruined his cuticles. "I really didn't mean any harm, or to invade your personal space, I was just curious. You're really talented, have you ever thought of being an architect?" 

His nervousness subsides after he calmly explains himself, deciding to ask about her work rather then dwell on why he was standing and watching her create. Honestly, he just didn't want to get yelled at, or have a pen shoved somewhere that would require a trip to the emergency room to get it removed.

┈ * ; ARTIFICIAL LOVE .

the sun is too warm, is the only phrase that runs through her mind.

sweltering in the heat of a day that is unusually balmy for this time of the year, the dark-haired girl shifts around on her makeshift concrete throne, knees buckling against each other as she moves — alabaster skin mottled with faint purples and blues, taut against her kneecaps. the concrete bench is radiating heat, and the soft flesh of her thighs can’t handle the sharp change in temperature. the sun really is too warm, yoona thinks to herself, frowning at the empty courtyard around her. only the blooming flowers and the baby willows the school had planted last spring could see her distressing situation; see the pout marring her features (more than usual, anyway — the corners of her mouth were always tilted towards the ground, as if gravity affected them more than it was normal). but she frowns and huffs and breathes out dark words anyway, because she is im yoona and she is displeased and the world must know, even if it is only mother nature whom she deems privy to her qualms.

forty seconds and a well-placed sweater later and she is content with the state of her life once more. content enough to bring out the sketchpad burrowed deep in her backpack, worn from extended use, the name 'im yoona' inked on the top right. she flips through the thick pages absentmindedly, fingertips passing over dark ridges and invisible dents and thin spots in the paper where she’s erased a few too many times; pride in her eyes. brushing dark hair away from the perimeter of the paper, she finds a pen from somewhere and begins her sketches.

but it’s not the flowers she is drawing, nor the fledgling willow trees.

it is the building she is creating from sheer imagination; a talent of hers, to be able to conjure up lines and shapes and formations from nothingness. it replaces the daisies and the tulips and the corpse of what was certainly once a mighty tree of the courtyard before her, and in its place, stands a something. a new art room, maybe. or maybe another classroom — art room it is.

so immersed is she in her designs that she fails to pick up on the presence hovering over her right shoulder until her elbow brushes against fabric. startled eyes dart to the intruder to her personal space, and she makes sure her face shows her vexation as she spits out a fierce version of hello. “what otherworldy being has given you the right to stand next to me like this? because i certainly didn’t. move along, kid; unless you want this pen lodged somewhere you don’t want it to be.”

#reply #para #para: artificial love #yoonabw

[bwxpyo]

{— Taeyeon furrowed her brow at the unfamiliar face } Hey, Kid—you look lost.

(/with a frown, he nods — he definitely was lost, but was much to scared to actually admit it, or to really ask any random stranger for help. at this point he had to get over it, he was tired and just wanted to be in his room) Well, I am, kind of. Um, could you please help me get to my room… (/he trails off, not knowing the stranger’s name)

#ask #bwxtae

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bwsooyoung

Hearing him clear his throat, she turns around and looks directly at the source. Her stare was cold, as it always was— unintentionally, of course. Pretending to be disinterested was something that Sooyoung had to become accustomed to long ago, because it kept the bullies away. But even so, this guy looked harmless. Hell, he sounded harmless. And the flower crown in his hands took the cake; it was enough to get a smile out of her. Shamefully, Sooyoung actually really liked flowers. It was the only girly thing she ever liked. Nodding her head, she tucks her hair behind her ear before gently and appreciatively taking the gift, deciding that she would show a nicer side to someone who was nice to her first. "Sooyoung." She finally speaks up, brown orbs finally looking up at him. "Choi Sooyoung— it’s nice to meet you! Uh, if you’re new here, did you need any help getting around or anything?"

— Her stare had him looking back at her like he was a deer in headlights, he was scared he had done something wrong. I mean, a look like that could kill and he was pretty sure it almost gave him a heart attack, in fact he wasn't 100% positive he was still alive. Jihoon fidgets nervously up until she gently takes the flower crown from him, her cold expression fading into a warm, welcoming smile. Relaxation washes over him in the form of a heavy sigh, he was so relieved to have met another nice person. In fact, he felt lucky not to have run into any negative people. Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, a goofy smile replacing the blank stare he previously had. "It's nice to meet you too, Sooyoung, you can call me Pyo, or Jihoon. I'm honestly okay with either. ...but, I'm pretty sure I've got everything down..." He nods, pointing at the girl's dorms as he speaks, uncertainty lacing his voice. "This is where the boys sleep, right...?" 

#reply #bwsooyoung

[bwxpyo]

 — It was uncomfortable, the atmosphere was uncomfortable. At least for him it was, he didn't know what to do or how to react in ways that weren't shy. What he really wanted to do was hide, he was so embarrassed. But over what? There was simply nothing to be embarrassed about in the first place, it was all in his head. He had no reason to be scared or to run away from the other, but it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the fact that he wanted to retreat elsewhere, but at the same time he wanted to spend time and talk to the new face standing before him.

"Of course, plus that flower crown makes you more special than others." Nodding, he smiles proudly at the sight of his new friend (were they friends? well, to him they were, but of course, he considered everyone he came into contact with as a friend) wearing the flower crown he worked hard on. Hearing someone's laughter, anyone's, always made him crack a smile, especially if he was the cause of that laughter, and Jungkook was no exception. Donning a bright smile, he lets out a bright laugh in return of the other's, his eyes crinkling along side his smile as he listens to the younger male. "I won't tell a soul, cross my heart." Blinking a few times, his brows furrow but Jihoon remains patient as he listens to him struggle to speak, he doesn't interrupt him or bring any attention to it, not wanting to embarrass or make fun of him. Speaking was hard at times, and he understood that entirely. "Well, I believe you. I mean, you seem a lot cooler than I do." With a nod, he laughs again, his smile returning instantly.

{ » } — Nothing went under the radar for Jungkook; he’s far too accustomed to picking up certain behaviors. And this behavior was, well, quite submissive. And he wonders, what has he done to make his schoolmate feel this way. It’s his first day, so he’s got a pair of light grey shorts and a black tank top, with some dance studio name he’s never actually been to printed across the chest in white lettering. He’s got his black and red book bag filled to the brim with his belongings strapped securely to his back, and a pair of black converse on his feet. It’s not a very intimidating outfit, is it? And it’s just too damn hot to wear anything more. And he just really hopes the uniforms come in two seasons, otherwise suicide may be considerable. He’s been told to drop his stuff off in his dorm before picking up his uniform and other Bullworth Academy essentials, but instead he crosses paths with another student in the halls and it seems far more fun anyway.

❝Everyone is special? Awesome, I like your mentality!❞ Jungkook erupts with a rather charming laughter, adjusting the flowers to fit comfortable on the crown of his head. He thinks he likes the school already, and he prays that his language barrier doesn’t get in the way. Korean is hard for a lil’ ol’ German boy to learn, after all. ❝But don’t tell them I’m out for them, okay? Uh– I…❞ It already gets in the way — what was the Korean word for a first year again? ❝I’m a freshman, high school obviously! But don’t– underestimate me, I’m a cool guy.❞

#reply #bwjungkook #[ ahhh ok ; v ; i'm sorry about pyo-- he's a big baby tbh ] #[ also sorry my writing is really rusty bwuh :c ]

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{ » } — The somewhat timorous approach is noted immediately, and Jungkook feels a surge of power above the other. Naturally the younger feels superior against someone such as this, courtesy of his confidence. Nevertheless, he’d treat the other student as he would any other. ❝Jihoon, huh? Jeon Jungkook; Nice to meet you!❞ He takes the other’s hand in a firm grasp, to moreso assert his dominance even farther than any other reason. His eyes fixate on the crown before him, and the corners of his lips curl into a smile, showing off rabbit-like teeth. ❝Oh! How cute.❞ He chuckles, taking the crown with a light bow before plopping the creation onto his head. ❝Am I special? Ah what was it… First is worst, second is best, third is the one with a treasure chest? Let me know who the third is so I can battle them to the top. What grade are you in?❞

— The firm grasp of the other's hand already had him feeling embarrassed, he had held his hand lightly and, well, daintily. Swallowing thickly, Jihoon pulls his hand away as soon as the other's tight grip lets up, hiding it in his jacket pocket. A shaky sigh manages to slip past him as his thoughts swallow him whole, but it only lasts for a split second before he's looking back up from the ground and at the younger's face again. Why was meeting new people always so hard for him? It was a bit infuriating, he couldn't give a simple hello without being embarrassed about something he did wrong (though, it was usually always in his head). He returns eye contact with Jungkook again, not wanting to avoid it as he speaks with him, "Of course you're special, everyone is." Nodding, he lets out a quiet laugh, "That sounds about right, I've yet to meet them, but once I find them, I'll be sure to let you know. Oh-- I'm in my third year. What about you?"

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